REUNION OCCURS

I finally found an address for my high school buddy and sent him a letter on Tuesday. Last night he called. We talked for about an hour and a half. We were both glad to here from each other. I was actually surprised at how happy he was to hear from me. It's been, what, sixteen years or so since we last talked/saw each other. He seems to be doing well and to be very happy. What more can anyone ask for? Now, to see if we can do a face to face sometime in the future to reconnect with each other.

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Another Day, Another Eight Cents

With gas prices and inflation I figure I bring home about eight cents a day. Or at least it feels that way at times. I would like to take home what I make once in a while instead of "sharing" it with my Uncle Sam. He does very little but takes all sorts of money from our pay checks. It is good that (at least in PA) the minimum wage is going up, like forty-five percent (?). That way the people making minimum wage can make as much as someone who has worked their way up in pay for the past five years.

In other news: We're now harboring a fugitive in the facility. A family was arrested and we have one of the people they were looking for in our Nursing Home unit. The police came this morning to arrest him but he's not healthy enough. Then it was announced on T.V. where he was and what the warrant was for. It's amazing how much information the media will willingly give out.

I upset a few of my co-workers today. Someone from another unit was asking me question and I answered them honestly. They over heard and started carrying on and was answering for me and changing my answers. I told her to get the info from them because they have obviously seen/done everything that I did. I told her I wasn't allowed to give an honest answer so she can get the lies from them. They were none too happy to say the least. Before that, one of them tried to jump into a conversation I was having telling me I was wrong (yet again). I guess that's what started the incident as I told her not to get into something she knew nothing about. I ticked off two people at once in less than five minutes - my work here is done. The funny thing is, last night my wife made the comment that she thought I did things to make her mad at times. I told her, that's what I have co-workers for - proof in point.

I mentioned in a previous post that I might be having feelings of inferiority when it comes to reuniting with our friends. Ironical, she felt that way before she wrote/sold her book. It's funny how we never think we're good enough for our true friends. I told her, as she told me, that no matter where we are in life we will always be there. With as close as her and my wife are nothing could come between them (and I wouldn't allow it to). I've only had one other friend that I would drop anything for but lost contact with shortly after high school. I'm in the process of trying to get in touch with him. I'm sure to ramble about it later.

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This post was truly MANIC!! I was all over the spectrum. Must focus.

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A Day In The Life

Another day at the VA with very little change. Life is very simple at the moment. We'll be hearing a lot about motorcycles and helmets now that Ben Roethlisberger was in an accident. It's definitely a personal choice IMHO. I don't believe he'll be riding for a while as he won't be able to sit for some time. He was in surgery for seven hours. I told my wife that most of that time was spent trying to remove Bill Cower's foot from Ben's a$$ (hence the inability to sit). I'm wondering if the 62 Y.O. woman will have to pay lost wages. I wouldn't want to think about how much that could possibly be. And then you have the fact that they posted her name on T.V. That woman with be ridiculed everywhere she goes in Pittsburgh. I'm thinking her summer home in Maine (which they also announced) will become her permanent home. I guess we'll see, or not.

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It's sad that a motorcycle accident, without a fatality, beat the headlines over a shooting.

Book review

We recieved a pre-release copy of our friends book Finding The Summer Queen. Get more info on the book/author here: www.melissa-marr.com. It's a Young Adult book. A little on the dark side, dealing with many issues teens face in our society today but not in an unpleasant, in your face to shock you type of book that prevails any more. It's a fantasy tale of a teen girl with fairy site. It's written in a very descriptive style. Being 35 I found it very interesting and difficult to put down. I've read it twice and plan on reading it again. As it's a YA book it's an easy read. My eldest child is reading it now, I'll let you know what the census is. Of course my wife loved it, her best friend wrote it. I don't know of anything she could do wrong in my wife's eyes. Not that is a bad thing, it's just that she might not be best judge. I might not be either as I have a friendship vested in it as well, but I find I'm a little more open with critisism.

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Caught of guard

I was debating on telling our friends about my blog. My wife has never read it. I don't know whether she's worried about reading something she doesn't like or what. But that has already been resolved. Our friend found it on her own. I don't know how because when I first started this blog I searched for it and had trouble finding it, and I knew where it was. I never said anything bad about anyone (except for some of the people I work with) so I wasn't worried there. It's just a little odd thinking that someone/s that know you so well could be knowing you better. But then again, I couldn't say or do anything that would surprise them because they've seen me like no one else. I have nothing but respect for the family and thrive on our talks. We'll be seeing her soon(!) and I can't wait. I'm scouting some areas out for us to go already. Then, I won't be able to wait until we go to visit them. We're sure to see some museums when we visit, and I LOVE museums.

Til later,
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Into The Unknown.

First thing, I hope everyone had a good Memorial day.

I don't know what I did this weekend, but I know my wife is mad at me. Someday I hope to just slightly understand something about women. At this point I don't care what it is, I just want to understand something about them, anything. I feel at a complete lose when it comes to understanding the opposite sex. I know I did something wrong, I know I should already know what I did, and I know I don't have a clue as to what it is that I did. When I finally figure out what I did, I'm sure it will have been to late.

I have a head cold and it's driving me crazy. I can't breath or stop sneezing, and my eyes are heavy and watery. I took medication for it and I think it was a night time med. I feel really worn out. I would give up dinner and go straight to bed tonight, except for the entire deal with my wife being upset. That would probably make things MUCH worse. I'm sure to sleep well tonight.

Well, I need to check out some sites and get more information to revamp my blog.
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Hell in a well.

My title (to this blog) means nothing. I hate them. Maybe I should just start with A, and work my way through the alphabet. Or, just pick a random letter every now and then.

Sitting at this computer at work, listening to Nine Inch Nails just seems naughty. If anyone knew what was in my ears, well I don't know. I guess it would vary greatly from person to person. Some would probably be shocked. Yet others would just say,"That's just him." It is nice to have the ability to listen to something that no one else can hear. Then everyone looks at you and wonders. If only they knew what I've listened to on occasion. Shock, Awe, Amazement, Embarrassment, Confusion. What would really throw them for a loop is what I've heard when I wasn't listening to anything.

I'm getting away from the negativity that people regurgitate in this place. There have been times when groups would get together to do nothing more then complain. No topic is neglected and the conversation flows from one topic to the next, nonstop. After listening to several self-help audio books, I've learned to either change the attitudes or change my area. It seems to be working. I haven't thought anything negative for more than a few minutes.

Now, I am a relatively dark person (dark humor, dark thinker, etc.), and I've never been seen as much of an optimist. I just found a way to keep me from looking down on anyone due to another's thoughts/ideas, and stay away from rumors. I hate rumors, unless I start them. The rumors I start are about me, to see who will ask me about them and see how much they change. The things that are added and/or changed are hilarious. Just something to keep me amused. And what's more amusing than people's egos and eccentricities. Who needs a soap opera when you have a workplace?

Time to go. Going to check on some other sites and look-up some information before I have to go back to work (on break now). I can say that I'm getting faster at typing since I've started blogging. It only took me a few minutes to type this up, and even less to think it up.

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Training

I was pleasantly surprised with the training course I went to. The speaker was very entertaining and taught me more then I thought he would. It was very productive and I would recommend it to anyone dealing with people. Now I have several books/audiobooks to look for. I still don't understand the fact that I'm getting paid to go to a seminar that my company paid for. Weird.

Off to do some research.
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Waiting for......Something.....I guess.

Well, I just got the official news of my grade raise. I will be making more money for doing nothing more than what I'm doing now. The only difference is, I needed to write a paper on all the things I do in the course of my job, and give it to my supervisor to look over and rewrite. That is sent before a committee who reads it and determines if I do more in the course of my job than is required in my current job description. If this is so, I get a grade raise. TADA! Tax money being well spent on committees, sub-committees, and committees discussing what committees/sub-committees to create.

Another great expense happens tomorrow. I will be in training for which the government paid for. As I will not be at work, I will receive Authorized Absence pay. That is; I will be paid, by the government, for a day of work which will be spent at a class, paid for by the government. And all of this will be done for/given to me in the procurment of the previously mentioned raise, as I need to get training outside of the facility as proof that I am going above and beyond my job description. I'm doing it and writting about it and I still don't understand.

We'll see how it goes.
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Random Thoughts

As I said yesterday, I've gotten into audio books (due to the fact that I recently received an MP3 player). I've been listening to self-help books (probably the cause of my self doubts), older books I've already read, and books of deep thought. At this moment, I'm listening to Stephen Hawking. This man has an incredible mind. If you know anything about him, you know he has all but lost the control of his body. It's interesting to think that he's such a brilliant thinker because of this fact. Would he still be so brilliant if his body was more than a decrepit vessel for his brain? Would he not be as intelligent if he hadn't lost everything of his being except his mind? I often wonder if he is the person he is because he was left with nothing but his mind to work with. We only use ten percent of our brain; imagine what we would be capable of if we learned to tap into the true power of our mind. A myriad of comic books have been written about this topic. Go figure.

It's been said that "All the worlds a stage." Lately, I feel as though I'm waiting to buy a ticket to the theatre, without any money, and they're sold out. It's as though I'm losing the battle to maintain control of my life. Everything seems to be running away from me and I just can't catch up to it. Yet, I'm remaining calm about everything, not letting things upset me. It's just a weird feeling.

From my past, I've always believed I had something going on. I just couldn't place my finger on it. When I started Nursing school I spoke to some people about it. They said to talk to my doctor about my thoughts. He refused to give a "diagnosis" because I was working through it and he didn't want to "label" me with a problem as it might hinder me in the future (smart man). As such, I've often wondered what category I'd fall into. I've worked with all sorts of psych patients in my years of nursing, especially in the prison system. I sort of think I might have small - very small - essences of manic. I'm a little O.C. (obsessive compulsive). But again, I work through it. It's just that I can see it in the things I do. The problem is, I think I'm either in a manic stage or going into one. My insomnia is returning and I get into jags where I'll go and not eat (not that you could tell) because I'm working intently on something. That's why one of my distant future "projects" is to build a work shed. It would be nice to have a place to work on/with wood and metal and get a little primal once in a while. There's nothing more calming, to me, then working with your hands to create something. It would also help to have a place to store all of my non-essential items.

I'm off tomorrow and hope to give an hour or two to work on fixing up this blog a little. I'm having trouble finding what addition has caused the pop-up ads. I may have to scrap the whole project and rebuild. I should know more tomorrow.

Till then.
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Pop-up ads??!!

I didn't realize I had pop-up ads on my blog!!! I hate them, and I apologize to everyone for them. I WILL revamp it and remove all those little ads I placed on it. I am truly distressed over this fact. I have been saying for some time that I needed and wanted to redo this thing, I just haven't taken the time.

If you haven't realized, I'm turning over a new leaf (or trying to). I have to quit putting things off so much. I have oh so many things I want to do and get done but I always seem to get turned away. NO MORE! I've made up my mind to set goals and keep them.

I guess all the audio books I've been listening to have had an impact. I've gotten into listening to them when I'm doing other things. I won't listen to a book I truly want to read, only those that I don't think I'll care too much about. I figure if I find I actually like it I'll read it. I love to read, but with everything I need to do, I don't seem to be able to proportion my time. Maybe that will be the next book I listen to?

Life seems to be hectic at the moment. Anxiety and turmoil reigns. It will be difficult to stop putting things off with everything I need to work on. It's just something I must do. Bite the bullet and bear down to work through the pain. There's something in every aspect of my life to work on.

There is good news. A friend of ours got back in touch with us yesterday. She seems to be doing incredible. She has signed a book deal for four (?) books. If not four then three, as I haven't talked to her to get it straight. I can't say enough good things about the family. Her and her husband are the most astounding people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. I can say, with no reserve, that I have valued every conversation I've had with them. Each time I felt as though I took more from them than I gave. They are in that narrow margin of people I consider impressive.

It surprises me none that she has signed the book deal that she has. They both have an unimaginable mind, and their experiences are second only to a few. I haven't read a bit of the book, as is hasn't been released, and am chomping at the bit awaiting the possibilities. It seems to be a Young Readers book. From the slight description I've seen, I'm guessing it's the feminine version of the Harry Potter series (or in that genre somewhere). He's her website so you can check it out for yourself - http://www.melissa-marr.com. I'll try to let you know the release date when I learn. (Just reiterating that I have yet to say/here two words from them in years as my wife and son talked to her last night. Soon enough I guess.)

It was amazing to see how the entire family radiated with excitement and anticipation when our friend called. She called my parents first, early in the day when we were at work. My father told my wife about it, and when she checked our voice mail, she found a message from her. She called her back when we got home and got her voice mail. Then, everyone was all a twitter with expectations. My son never talks on the phone. He talked to her for over a half an hour! And it wasn't just, "Yes. No. Maybe. Sometimes." He tried to tell her everything that happened in just a few minutes. Afterwards, he was on cloud nine.

I kind of have mixed feelings about rejoining the friendship. I'm intoxicated over their success. But, it makes me question my own deeds. Have I moved forward in life? Have I done anything at all? What have I accomplished? Maybe I have feelings of inferiority. It makes you take a self inventory of your life. I think the biggest thing I have a problem with is our house. It's old and too small for us. It needs a lot of work done to it. I think I mentioned (spoken as "complained) it in a blog previously. The best thing that could be done to it is to take a match to it and put it out of it's misery.

Oh well. I'll be receiving two raises this month, I think. I was already given a step increase and I'm told I will be getting a grade increase. That will help things out. In due time we will be able to afford a bigger, better house. It's just frustrating trying to make due with the house we have when we need so much more from it. We do not have anyone in as we are embarrassed of it. I hope they don't want to come here for a visit. It's very ratty and just not big enough to entertain anyone in. And it's not even the fact that they would judge us badly for it. It's just a source of humiliation for us. It's really bad when our eldest wants to help get a new house. He was entered into a poetry contest by his teacher/school. Among all the student in several schools, his poem was one of a few chosen to be published in a book. They will be judged and the poet voted to have the best poem will receive three thousand dollars. a couple of days ago, he said he hoped he won. When asked what he would do with the money, he asked if he would be able to put it towards a down payment on a house with our money. What do you say to that?

I guess that everything that happened recently built up to self doubt. It's not a good feeling being unable to give your children what they need. And they truly need a bigger, better house. One of the things I have to work feverishly on. The one good thing about it is we have never bought a house before - first time buyers discounts. I'm sure to keep anyone interested in the progress, as when we do get a house, I won't be able to contain myself.

That's enough ranting, praising, kow-towing, B@*%$ing, and worshipping for now. More next time.

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The prodigal son returns

It's been quite a while since my last entry (FOUR MONTHS!). Nothing really going on.

My youngest son is seemingly in the terrible two's. The boy is into everything! He has an arm length of five-hundred feet, he doesn't walk - he runs, and he has to touch everything he sees. We have to attach everything to the ceiling.

My eldest son is going through all sorts of things. The teen years are just pure HELL for everyone involved.

Since there hasn't been much change in my life (it just seems to continue with or without me), I don't have much to write.

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BAD Week

I've been in funeral homes for three days. A childhood friend died in Iraq recently and his funeral was on Monday. And then, on Friday my wife's step-brother died and his funeral was on Tuesday.

My friend's funeral hit me harder than I expected. It might have been because we grew apart and haven't talked or seen each other in years. Or, it could be that he was twenty-eight years old. Or, it could have been that he was killed in Iraq (unexpected death). Or it might be all of those reasons and more. I was completely devastated by the funeral. He was such a wonderful person and I wish I would have been around him more. Now there's absolutely no way of spending time with him. I will probably be writing about him just to put who he was and what I'm feeling in writing and off my mind.

A little history of one of the people this world lost:

SGT. 1st Class Daniel Lightner

I knew him from about the time he was three. He was the oldest child with three sister. His father was a mean drunk/druggie that my uncle ran around with. He died when Danny-boy (what we called him because him and his father had the same name) was about seven or eight (?). He died while running from the police when he wrecked his truck, rolling it over several times, with him going out the window and the truck rolling over onto his head. I believe his mother worked but it was part-time because she had four young children to raise.

When he came to our house everything I had was his. We would play matchbox cars for hours, and when we were a little older we would play Nintendo and computer games. My parents would buy them Christmas and birthday gifts so they would have something.

Their mother walked everywhere as they couldn't afford a car - to work, the store, everywhere for everything. There were very few times that she would except help, and it was only from certain people. And above all, she would never ask for help as she was a very proud woman. Danny would use his money buy food and pay bills. Danny would work doing odd jobs from that point on to bring in money for his family. He would shovel snow, rake leaves, deliver papers, and anything else to make money for his family. He made an adult salary from a very young age. They literally would have had nothing if not for him. If his mother was making dinner and realized she didn't have what she needed, he would jump on his bicycle and ride to the store to buy what she needed; no questions asked, no complaints. He would buy Christmas gifts for his sisters. He wouldn't eat until after his sisters did to make sure there was enough; if there wasn't, he would go without.

He practically raised his three sisters. He was the only father figure they really had. He would keep a "Treasure Chest" filled with candy and little toys. When they did something worthy of a reward they got to take something from the "chest".

From a young age he accepted Jesus Christ as his savior and made sure to tithe, sending ten percent of everything he made to his church, even when he went into the military. He started going to church when he was at our house because a local church would drive an old school bus around and pick up children for bible school. We went together for several years, Danny went until his death. We were even Baptists together. The pastor became his father figure and took him like his own son, who would become his best friend. Knowing this now, I would do anything for the pastor as he kept Danny from a life of despair and probably out of prison.

He saved every penny that he could. When he graduated from high school, he bought his mother a house; with cash! He idealized her and did everything he could to help her. He was never married. Never had any children. He NEVER complained about doing all of this and did it with great joy. I never knew him to say a bad word about anyone, and I never knew him to get into a fight.

He joined the Army and served his time. When he got out of the military he became a Pennsylvania State Trooper. He was working in the Philadelphia area and was a Police officer for two years. He volunteered to go to Iraq because he didn't like being a cop. He said he felt safer when he was in the war. He was planning on quitting the force when he returned. I'm not sure, but I believe he was going to be a pastor.

I gathered from his funeral that everyone he came in contact with loved, respected, looked up to, or came away with something that would last a lifetime.

I would guess that there were over three hundred people there to show their respect. Many members of the Army, as well as a few Marines, Air Force, and Navy personnel - about one hundred in all. Pennsylvania State Troopers, New Jersey State Troopers, Delaware State Troopers, and several from local Sheriff's departments - again, about one hundred in all. Then there were another hundred or so family and friends. The procession took around forty-five minutes and we only went approximately a half mile. Along the way we passed the Department Of transportation, they were on the sidewalk holding pictures of the flag they printed on their computers. He was truly and honestly given a hero's send off.

One of the hardest parts of the funeral for me was the reading of a letter. His pastor told everyone that Danny gave him a letter before he left. He was told to put it somewhere safe in the event something happened to him. He had someone else open and read the letter as he couldn't do it without breaking down. The letter floored me because I knew by what was said and the manner in which it was written that it was straight from Danny. He gave specific details of how he wanted his funeral to go. He told his sisters that he loved them and was very proud of the women they had become. He he told his mother that he loved her and was sorry for making her worry, but most of all, he was sorry for hurting her so much by not returning home. He told everyone not to be sad for him because he died for his country which was an incredible honor for him and that if he had everything to do over again - he wouldn't change a thing as he was doing what he believed in.

That's all I can say/write for now, it's getting too difficult. I'll pull myself together and talk/write more about Danny and his funeral, as well as my wife's step-brother and his funeral at another time.

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Ever changing world

It's funny how much everything changes.

I'm working in another section of the hospital today, not that much different from the other units I've been pulled to. I'll be basically working in a doctors office today. You check patients in, get vital signs, ask about any problems, and send them in a room to be seen by a physician. Not that big of a deal. It's flu season and I'm sure to be giving everyone that comes in a flu shot (I work with older veterans). It's difficult to believe that people complain about having to go and help another unit as though they were asked to relinquish their first born child. Maybe it's because although I've been doing this for multiple years now, I'm still not used to working as a minority; with women being the majority.


DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST WOMEN. IN GENERAL I THINK THEY ARE GREAT.


BUT, it appears as though someone (or more) has something to complain about everyday, all day long. I know, "your complaining now!" Yes I am. The difference is, (at least in my small mind) I will say what is bothering me and be done with it. I'll let it rest. I just need to tell someone (anyone or even no one at all) my problems or complaints, just so I get them off my chest without hurting anyone's feelings or upsetting someone. And then I'm done. I've had my say and it's over. I know if I hold things in I'll explode onto someone (or stroke out with high blood pressure). The women I work with, at least, complain about the same things constantly. Is it difficult for people to let things go that they have no control over? And why do I have to suffer for what their husbands/boyfriends have done? I don't need to hear about how men are lazy, self-centered, idiots. Yes, they are out there. But why do we instantly become horrible because that's the type of guy you're attracted to? It just gets old after a while, and I've heard this for years now.

On another note, last night my son had his first semi-big concert, this year, in the orchestra. It was very nice. He spent the entire day with orchestra members from two other schools, practicing for the concert, getting to know each other, and learning different types of music. He was very impressed with the guest musician. He taught them jazz and blues. He also had them play their musical instrument while he played background piano. My son said that was different/neat because they were told to play "off the cuff". They played whatever they felt like, with no sheet music or instruction/advice. Apparently, the kids had a good time.

As to the fact of everything changing; I just turned on the "word verification" for comments. I find it sad that we've gone from businesses bothering you at home trying to sell you something to them sending emails, faxing you ads, bugging you on your cell phone, and now soliciting you on your website. In the past two days, I've had two or three comment solicitations. What's next? Is it true that I'll have to be careful of walking past a vending machine for fear of it telling me to buy this or that? Next, instead of billboards blaring their statements at you when you drive down the road, will the trucks be equipped with devices that when you're driving next to them they'll try to sell you something (mobile billboards)?

Again, I digress. I just think if everyone tried a little harder to make someone else's life a little more enjoyable we'd all be better off. And that's my two cents worth (for what it's worth).

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Mediocrity

Today is just another day. Not much going on. It is bosses day (well, Sunday was the official day), but we're going to celebrate tomorrow. WHOOPEE!!

I have been running ragged lately. There just doesn't seem to be enough time in the day. I need to stop sleeping so I can get more done at night. I just can't seem to get ahead. How do I go about getting hours added to the day? Do I need to put in a petition to the President?

I really can't wait for the Halloween parties. I need a break, desperately! I still don't have everything ready for my costume! And I'm going to need a another costume for my bosses party! I need to retire so I have more time at home. Can you retire at 34 while having no money? I thought I'd make money as a nurse, but I don't seem to have one of those higher paying jobs. I must be doing something wrong! I need a career change as well. Maybe I just need a life change. Can I tried mine in for a new one?

That's enough with the questions. I'll stop for now and try to work on my other blog (through Yahoo!). My cousin started one with them and that's the easiest way I found to talk to him and his wife as they live in Germany.

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Gripe for today.

I know, it's been awhile. I'm trying to make changes and I just don't seem to have the time. With repairs/changes to the house and my wife's family going in and out of the hospital, time is very short.

I have a question for anyone who might happen upon this mess I call a blog. What ever happened to the old stike anywhere matches? I've been looking for them for quite a while now. Does no one make them any more? I use them in emergency/survival kits as water proof matches (with minor alterations). You can strike them on any rough surface and get a flame. It's driving me crazy (although I never stray far from there anyway) looking for them. I'm guessing they only make them for the movies now a days. If I'm wrong, please correct me and tell me where I can get them!

Halloween is quickly approaching. I'm going as Brainiac, the arch nemesis of Superman! It's to a friends party with a Superhero theme. My youngest son (14 months) is going as Superman. My oldest son (12) and wife haven't decided what there going as. I may be wearing it twice as my boss is throwing a party at her house. All I need to get are green tights (it's hard finding tights in my size - even in the Big Girl section) and some blinking lights for the head gear. I haven't decided how I'm doing the lights yet. Any ideas?

Enough for today,
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Long Overdue

It's time to get serious about my blog. I'm finally going to revamp the entire thing. I think I'll get rid of some ads, the clock, and just trim it up a bit. I think it's getting out of hand. It looks too over commercialized and cramped. I've had a template I've wanted to use for some time now, so I might as well use it. I'm on vacation next week, so I think I'll experiment at home with it and see what I come up with. If you see many changes in the future you'll know why.

My son's website will be getting new pics as soon as we get them developed. I hope to get some organization involved also. But that depends on what he wants to do with it. Who knows, he may even write something when we get his room finished and his computer hooked up. He may get wireless internet connection, but that's still in discussion. We will see what happens when it happens. Keep checking in on his site to see where it goes. He's very intelligent, he just hates to write, although when he does he's very good. His link is on the left (the people to people one). I guess I'll have to make it more noteworthy.

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Return Trip

Everything went well on the return trip. Problems during the trip through Europe, but over all a good trip. I'm sure you'll hear all about it in upcoming posts. I'm just glad it's over. My wife has been going insane since about a week or two before our son left. (And yes I said son. We have two. For those just joining the conversation, I have a problem giving information about my family - see past posts!) Maybe now things will settle down.

I hope to be able to post again. I have been running a little short on time and miss getting things off of my chest. We also gave my son's room a make-over. It was time for him to grow up and have a room that reflected it. It will be a huge, work in progress, project. He was surprised as he knew nothing about it. If you look, you just might find some things of his on eBay. We haven't decided on doing it (eBay) or not. We shall see.

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Euro Trip

Yesterday, around 1500 EST., began the journey to Europe. It was over at 0600 EST. (noon there) in Paris. It was said to be sixty degrees. And so begins to sojourn through Paris and Italy.
As ingenuity permits, pictures will be sent to a moblog as they are taken. Click on this link or follow the one on the left. It will be there as long as the moblog is alive.

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Fourth of July.

Happy fourth of July everyone.

Working with veterans, I've seen many things. It always strikes me as peculiar how little things get over looked. Today is a day to celebrate our nations independence from Britain. As with Memorial day, this is a day to celebrate our vets. It was those fighting the war with Great Britain that won our independence as well as every soldier who fought in any war throughout the years to keep it. If you are a veteran, I thank you. If you know one, thank them for yourself as well as me.

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